Astolfo Quotes Novelas e Histórias

“You know I can.” “You hateful man… I despise you so! May you burn in hell, Alessandro Baroni!” she yelled at him. “Oh, tesoro, right now I would much rather burn inside you,” he replied. “Or her!” she yelled again. “It just depends which day of the week it is!” His eyes widened, cruel mockery riling her on. “Oh, I see now…” Alessandro drawled. “You've been putting two and two together and, as usual, coming up with five! That is a very English expression for someone who is totally out of order, is it not?”

“‘...who do you think you are to send those hellish flowers with that wretched note? I hope you slip on a peony arrangement and break all your teeth. If you want to keep breathing, I recommend you never show your face to me again.’” Alfonso closed the notebook precisely and looked at me, with a worried look that he might be next to suffer. “That’s what she said. With slight variations in tone and voice.” I burst into a loud laugh, leaning one hand on the back of the swivel chair. “You may leave now, Alfonso. Thank you very much for repeating the exact words.” “Perfectly, sir.” He nodded, moving toward the door. “Alfonso!” I called, and he turned immediately.

He didn’t try to fight back, but a small smirk played on his lips. "So, I’ve hit a nerve, huh? I guess Dante Bellini is actually fucked with a young girl. This is intense, man. You didn’t even feel this way for Bianca. This is great." "Say one more word again, Alfonso. I dare you. Just one more word." But knowing Alfonso, he was going to say it. And before I could blink, he said, "I’ve met her, you know. And guess how? With those long legs and creamy thighs, as she was wrapped in that towel. All I could think about was how she would be like when she’s bouncing on my di–"

You can shut the f*ck up now Ash: Don't talk to me like that OF: Don't be an a*shole to me AJ: He's worried about you OF: He's not, but even if he is, he doesn't have to be such an a** about it AJ: He tends to get harsh to those he's worried about AJ: Ironically OF: And stupidly -_- Ash: I'm right here OF: I don't care WG: Has everyone forgotten Olivia may be dying of poisoning? MC: No... OF: If it may relieve me from your stupid Boss, then I'd happily eat another pastry Ash: Don't be like that OF: You don't be like that OF: Talking to me like I'm an idiot 12 years old OF: And before you say anything, I'm not in the mood for sarcasm

Tom’s deep, raspy voice demanded. “You didn’t say you were going to bring company.” Alfonso calmly responded. “Cut the crap,tu vecchio!Where is she?” Tom shouted. “She’s not here, is she?Fottuto bastardo.” “It’s over, Tom. They found out the truth.” “Inutile! They must be here! Shoot him! Shoot all of them!Uccidili tutti!”

L'Angelo: "What are you doing?" I held back a laugh. Could the big bad wolf be missing me? Me: "If you keep this up, I might think you're begining to miss me." L'Angelo: "Don't flatter yourself, Sophia bambina. I'm not stupid." Came his next words and I scowled. L'Angelo Dell Terrore really had a mouth on him. The man could turn the whole blue sea black with his bad mouth that brought out nothing but bad words.

Despite the foreboding atmosphere, Alfonso smiled, a hint of madness flickering in his eyes as he replied, “I became a dead man the moment I tasted your mother. I'm a walking dead.” Xavier's expression darkened, and he narrowed his eyes, his gaze piercing as he assessed Alfonso’s defiant demeanor. “You lunatic. What do you plan to do with her? I can see she’s fallen madly in love with you, judging from how inseparable you two are.” Xavier said, his eyes glimmering with murderous intent fixated on Alfonso’s fingers clenched around his shirt. Alfonso smirked apologetically; he pulled away from Xavier, fixed his crumbled shirt and responded.

*Alberto’s POV* “Francisco.” I hissed through clenched teeth as he pulled me towards the poker table. “Alberto, it’s only for a few minutes.” He replied, shaking his head. “Sono venuto solo per parlare. Lo sai, cazzo.” (Italian for “I just came to talk. You fūcking know that.”) I said, stopping in my tracks. “Scared of losing, Morello?” Santoro asked, blowing out the smoke in his mouth, making my jaw tick.

I asked viciously, and he burst out laughing as if I had told the best joke in the world. “You're funny when you're upset,” Alessandro said with a smile. “I'm never going to chain you up... Unless you ask me to.” I raised my eyebrows at the sexual innuendo and pulled my feet out of the water. “You're an asshole,” I said before trying to get up. “I'm cruel, imbecile, damned, miserable, an ass, and so on,” Alessandro said as he held my arm to keep me from leaving. “I have heard all the insults your sharp tongue has put on me, amore mio.”

Alfonso pictured smoke shooting out of the man's ears if he were a cartoon figure. When Dave paused to gather his breath, Alfonso shook his head. "Dave, you have such a filthy mouth. And to think I ever admired your arts... And I hope the drugs I have in you won't make you lose your touch. After all, you've been so hard to persuade." "What on earth do you think you're doing?" Dave grumbled, "What the hell do you want from me?" "I already told you many times, Dave." Alfonso stood on his tiptoes for a moment before lowering himself back to his heels. He twisted to the side and laced his fingers behind his back, as if ready to make a PowerPoint presentation to a committee.